(Intro)
You was right, I was wrong
Yeah
(Verse: Fat Trel)
Anotha nigga die as my cell phone rings
Same time bitches kiss the pinky ring
I’m a Don, my motha say she knew that all along
Back when I was neva home, when I was, I was strong
Try & sell the white like it’s right, I was wrong
But the $ wasn’t light, it was ripe, it was long
Can’t be living basic all the business people take it
Mo’ investigations, all the $ we be makin’
Double M the G right now I feel like we the greatest
Nobody hating, I promise that’s not a statement
They in the building with killers they neva say shit
& all my niggas the realest cuz we don’t take shit
Rose just called me like got a body fo’ ya fo’ 40
I told him if he that important I kill him fo’ sure
Stash bodies, I pay the storage, I pay the mortgage
I’m scoreless, they told me my record was gorgeous
Wait & listen, then I really start 2 pay attention
Miami in the reif, but the Ferrari missing
Rare forges on these, sorry spotted Tracy in it
I’m in the B 7, she try 2 rape me in it
I start caressing ‘er friend & she told me wait 1 minute
I’m breaking records, in 60 seconds we finna sex
Then fuck the rest of this beat, cuz I’m as finished flex
No regrets, just rolling, me & my weapon
(Hook x2)
Burn this muthafucka down (burn this muthafucka down)
Burn this muthafucka down (down)
We be ‘em niggas, ‘em niggas don’t eva come around
& when they pull up my choppa like turn the fuck around
Befo’ I…
(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
We checking the luggage & carry on all the $
Feeding all of my niggas, still get new coupes erry summer
Interested in jets & unfo’gettable sex
He caught the Rico probono-in’ when they bought a Corvette
Fuck the feds, get it tatted on my neck & leg
Balling like I’m Derrick Rose on my second legs
That 14 looking like my mama devilish
Ya a bitch, in jail them niggas even had ya making beds (what?)
Fo’ a fiend in my blood I write a hundred songs
Neva fronting now my new shit got a hundred rooms
Double M, we them dudes not 2 run into
Slutty Boyz, pussy boys what ya want to do? Huh?
(Hook x2)
Burn this muthafucka down (burn this muthafucka down)
Burn this muthafucka down (down)
We be ‘em niggas, ‘em niggas don’t eva come around
& when they pull up my choppa like turn the fuck around
Befo’ I…
(Verse 3: Rick Ross)
My 4 4 leave a fuck nigga bed ridden
Bed sores & his ol’ hoe’s head spinning
Think it’s a game, niggas laying in the rain
Fo’ sum’ shit on Twitter, nigga what the fuck ya saying?
Warden kept a stick in his dad’s boards
Then went 2 war with the whole task force
A quarter key is these nigga’s goals
Caught a case & his whole damn brother told
(Verse 4: Fat Trel)
Fuck is wrong with these niggas souls?
Ain’t taking lip from a bitch unless ‘er pussy is gold
& me & bruh blow betta ‘dro got different calls
I different business & Benz, different area codes
Wonder why them Taliban niggas neva fold
I chop ‘em like a China man when I drop a roll
My teacha driving that Camry so I was neva wrong
She should have listened 2 me, I was right all along
(Hook x2)
Burn this muthafucka down (burn this muthafucka down)
Burn this muthafucka down (down)
We be ‘em niggas, ‘em niggas don’t eva come around
& when they pull up my choppa like turn the fuck around
